Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.
I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.
You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.
I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.
The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .